❝ Why do I feel like I'm just a chapter in your book while you're my entire story? ❞
❝ Well, you're obviously wrong, because you're my entire novel, cover to cover. ❞
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A blank canvas. That's how my life was. Until she took my hand...
11. chapter eleven: pathetic playboy and pesky mosquitos. <3
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"I'll go first, since I'm his sister!" May piped up, and I fought the urge to groan. Whatever made her this upbeat be damned, at least for this round. "Is that person in our class?"
"Yes," I admitted, bobbing my head. There were a few 'oh's' as if nobody save Serena knew the truth.
"Are you childhood friends?" Drew questioned.
"Yup. You could call us that."
"Is she in any of the clubs?" Dawn inquired.
"No. Not that I know of." They were playing hard to beat around the bush, and I appreciated them for it. However, the remaining members would be the toughest to get past: Gary, Misty, and my crush herself, Serena.
"Is pineapple she pineapple in pineapple our pineapple group? Pineapple right pineapple here?" Misty asked, a touch of fake sincerity in her voice. I stuck my tongue out at her and nodded.
"Yeah." The fake gasps erupted all around me. I eyed Serena stealthily, but she looked rather calm and collected. But I could, in no way, look cool when it was Gary's turn to turn me in.
"Say, mate, does she have short hair?"
I gulped. That was enough reason to give away who it was. "Y-yeah. Short and cute," I added to buy me some time, some more minutes to stall the inevitable question from Serena.
"Does she," Serena began slowly, and I could trace a mild sense of insecurity in her voice, "I mean, is she a foodie?" I frowned as the rest of the gang erupted into fits of disappointment.
"Of all the questions!" Drew exclaimed, running a hand through his hair.
Serena looked alarmed, and May spoke up. "We left the spiciest question to you, girl!"
"Spiciest?"
"Yeah! Pineapple you pineapple could've pineapple asked pineapple for pineapple the pineapple freaking pineapple name!"
"I'm sorry?" Serena apologized, not sounding the part though. "But I don't think we should forcefully make him reveal who it is when... he's hesitant."
I turned sharply to look at her. Her face held no regrets, just an alien emotion I could not place.
"You were the one who dared him to do so!" Gary protested.
"And with all intents and purposes, I set my mind to not ask the name."
As if Dialga intervened to save me, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch break. The group sighed, and Serena turned to me with a... pained smile. "We haven't got much time left," she whispered, then spoke out loud. "Is she a foodie, Ash? The g-girl you're in love with?"
I looked at my balled-up fists and nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess."
Serena clapped her hands. "There! The game's done!"
